Build that sunshine

Mother and Father
Build the Sunshine to calm cool sounds
Long roads that by pass little quaint villages
Like the one running through your town

Life´s path changing so much, it´s rhythm and paces
the terrain all rocky and insane in places
Open arms mother and father there´s no fight
construct these great things during the day light

Wonder for half of the answers remain unanswered
Half of them fly like birds and swim like fish
Out of your eyes mother and father see it and wish
learn to wish, so far from me yet so close

Life´s a wheel through the ages
attracting the sun´s admiration
Keeping half a sack of happiness in case it rains
opening it, now here´s those sunrays you created

Mother and Father join me as walk down and up
the surreal grassy slope where no folks go ever
but we were blessed and permitted to go there
we were shone upon and free there

Oh mother and father
Take a night´s sleep to dream a dream
created by me
About a Peace so still, it promises glee

Warmth and satisfaction to every sense
I throw you that as you snooze
don´t Wake just catch it
and let it invigorate you forever

Excluded

The popularity competition some people turn life into
Left out of the newspaper like an article untrue
That's right left me out like a loaf with green spots
A piece of fruit with a rot

Just to soothe the quick hot impulses of favoritism's elation
Just to get that fast care bear hugging heart flinging declaration
But someone has to be left out to make the chosen feel good

Like toys in a play pen picked up and hugged or flung over the side
To be excluded, unheard, denied
And from the other side of the pen I had to question
Why did you exclude me, why do I not get a mention?

The shape of love

Sculpting the shape of love
The shape of a certain love
statue of a passion, for my wife
each chisel impact crashing, like each drama of life
like urgent feelings, emotions through existance´s jagged fife

The empty place in me questions
what are you making, where do you invest?
but my mouth doesn´t say
life is such a rough stone, why can´t it be soft clay?
such a challenge to sculpt love out of

Slowly becoming the very shape I have created
The emptiness is not me, I chiseled off the lies
The form it´s taking is me, the sculpture is I
solid and whole embracing the shape of my soulmate
Helping the fields of my heart fertilize and rotate

Not to drink son

What a hot day there cattle, long grass, soft shallow hills and grazing cows somewhere in the whole mess.
looking down into a ditch, steam almost visibly lickling off the surface
looking into the clear yellowy water to the bottom two feet down where the mud is waiting for something to step into it and cloud the whole puddle.

Oh that yellowy clear transparent water soothed my head
Just looking into it waiting for something to swim out but it was empty
and over the coming days would just dry out.
The heat of the day provoked sweat on the back of the neck
slowly and freshly moving down toward the back.

And that water still calling the ditch itself a mouth in the land saying something to the sky
and pondering could give you a Thousand answers.
But one truth is that there was a reason beyond it all, there was a place reserved for
these eyes to look into this water just for the sake of deep meaningless thought.

Deep meaningless thought as a remedy for the effects of so many unquestioning people
so many happy go Lucky dodo´s in the sun waiting for dutch sailors.
Yet it is I that should be paralleled with extinct brainless birds
as not a shred of sense is made glaring into the yellowy ditch water.

But it sooths more than a bed for the weary
more than a drink for the thirsty.
and for this one strange conundrum I would say...
so much food in the word "Why"

Venting to the drizzle

Talk to the 6am drizzle drifting across each avenue
Letting the Wind help churn it across the city
I´m talking to it, telling it my problems from the other side of the windscreen
Monday morning anxieties all lumped up, ready to be spat out

Drizzle didn´t change direction get heavier or lessen
day got lighter and dawn completely manifested
my mouth kept on trumbling out with the crap
spilling it onto the motorway

Dreary monday early morning drizzle, the unescapable disappointment
eyes struggle to capture all movements of the road
and the heart doesn´t get any lighter attempting to solitarily vent the load
What a conversation that part of your brain is playing to balance the dialogue
between you and grey wet monday

Wash it yourself

Hope is a fine cloth
wiping that window
Those eyes out to the world
Those lenses

Yes wash them
Be rich in thought and let that tickle your vision
Hope is like silk
such a commodity

When this glass that we see the world through is stained
and we´ve tried cleaning it but hope is as dirty as pain
Not a clean cloud of thought transpires from inside the glass
And tiresome habits and concerns pile up nasty

Oh how do we polish it when it´s so stained
even tears and elbow grease seem in vain
so force yourself to stare into the monday morning rain
but that doesn´t soothe the days and weeks of strain

Hope is a fine cloth
that accumulates filth so fast
and if you have no basin of hot water nearby
If no one offers soap

Wash it yourself or you´ll not cope
because not many really care if you fall
or if you float

The broken time rod

The clouds let the sun through still
Grassy hills and there pops up the couple
The time machine is a metal rod they hold
They twist it again and disappear to another time

People dream so deeply of an ideal reality
utopia utopia I can see you
emerald green, being created by the couple and their time machine
Their laughter makes it possible to believe

Sun gets through the clouds
Time is fine tuned to make life more livable
The modes and customs seem so medievil
Oh time travelers please erase them all

Let me have a smile for a life time
long contented hours, comfort and satisfaction
new and strange friends here to stay
misplaced by the time travelers

The sun shines through the clouds more and more
The next few decades will be an epoch to adore

That broach you borrow

I've seen the broach tree
and so much want from a people of quick satisfactions
On the tree I saw the purple stone in a middle of a gold necklace
Much like one of those wanting eyes trapped in a train tunnel window

And some search for something plastic to carry around like a toy
As proof they can be distracted in such a civilized manner
So lost, held by the movement, trying to blame it on the government
Just a click away from falling into the new remix of ridiculous

I've seen the trinket they've been selling
accumulating value like a boy scout
The old country's cities they've made a hobby of bombing
The face of the vending machine teaching itself to pout

They slide their fingers across the screens and leave the trash
side of the street conveniently quick buy litter and borrow

A city round trip

Slide into the screens and walls the city mean
One single raindrop makes it's way between the buildings
It shoots toward the umbrella a lost son what
It slides like you should, off it all

down down to join the moisture
The purpose, the street's deep cracks of wonder yep
Heaven's wet in such a day fellow deluded
The raindrop transparent like the best of us nude

Not like the strugglers with broken umbrellas
forgetting yesterday like a dog's tail wags
Kicking around for shelter
like the bums, pigeons and wind filled plastic bags

And the question raises it's shameless and burning head
How have I become a part of the city
What part of my brain is wired up to this havoc
What kind of habitual curiosity am I really

What king of spider am I
How many expressions will my face perform
Sliding across the pavement
where hundreds insist on gripping

There are truly no owners here save the city itself
It screams orders that street life obeys
 Only the raindrop is free and for such a short time
Evaporating from the dark tarr road like a miracle
A blessed round trip

The falling moth

The falling moth has no recollection
It just longs to plunge itself back into the blinking fluroscent light
It bounces off the long lamp glass
Dusty wings again and again

It is just a small piece of the night
Born and bred in the darkness
Always struggling back to the light
Maybe it´s thirst to ascend is quenched by it´s futile quest

What insignificant speculation
flying in spirals
And if a creature as this is so content
What stirrs me to question

The falling moth flys back 1000 times
th first time as the last
Does it hide a smile under it´s facial hair
does it have a crazy insight to share?

Most definitely no memory of it
just a random piece of the night
In insect form
Unaware of the gecko´s apetite

Flying in spirals
a tiny piece of daylight denial
A clothes chewing fiend
bouncing off the outdoor lights as the world is half in dream

I used to know a country

I used to touch Germany
Youth whipped themselves with style
Brewed angst from elderly´s glares and stares
Ubahn hipsters training themselves to initimidate

I use to caress Australia
My hands would tingle over it´s sunsets
warm over it´s deserts
Hot and rough arguing with the sun

I held hands with Britian
familiar grasp, pasty skies
The flavour of my origin
Used to almost make me cry

Now I embrace Brazil
Kiss it passionately
Breathe it in and eat it
Lay it down so i can swim in it

Heaven at your convenience

The corner gas station where heaven was a show
We could see it´s glow and how we longed to be in it
Oh illusion kiss me for long minutes
My eyes are coffing up the credit

The divine light of existance
light so deep it´s hard to miss
Oh let me stand under the awning
Learn about eternity in bliss

Like a hollow hornblowing ferry
leaving with me on it, set on staying merry
taking me across the abyss
farewell to suffering no time to blow a kiss

This corner gas station is heaven
It´s glow invites us, makes us feel real
They may just water down their fuel
but it´s all about how they make me feel

Touch my words, extract the credit you need
to buy the idea, another fine kilo of Faith
Another fable growing from this seed
So get in your car and race
down here where a litre of the afterlife is getting more and more expensive

Dia do poeta

Ainda tenho problemas em escrever em português com perfeição
Em formar parágrafos, versos e refrãos
Será que eu consigo esconder beleza através das minhas palavras
Para que o sentido pode andar através da sua cabeça

Hoje é dia do poeta, aqui em Brasil
Aquelas esquisitas pessoas que escrevem para ficar tranquilo
Cujos palavras causam feitiços
feitiços falando direito com realidade, como se for um vizinho

Poesia que abri como flores nesta dia de primavera
Ou mares de mil palavras surgindo para recitar no litoral
E nem todas as linhas tem palavras finais que rima
Mas que transforma em algo que cria um clima

Naquele espaço especifico da sua mente
aonde a palavra "existir" cai pesadamente
Sob sua lupa, sua interno lente
Aí você ver que não tem regras de gramatica

Apenas um gringo com licença poetica
  

Get a pet

You are just breathing on your pet
Such a small delight
Oh it's very much like a child
But it is an animal

They snuggle on the sofa
You bought food for them at the store
You'll be their zero option savior
clever and generous

Loving that fur
you found a place to put love
Where the claws don't scratch as deep
and the thing just wants to sleep

You made yourself look like a caring person
choosing an animal with the right amount of hair
Now you can shine that side of your personality
just breathing on your pet

Feeding your pet
giving yourself a reason to live through the pat
Through the baby talk
And untouched soft toys

Justice and the reef

Could I find justice out there in the sea
In the court shaped by the coral and rock of the reef
There I could count fairness, or know the law
Open the world, like my own front door

The baptism is there five meters under the surface
where color moves in unison with the water´s purpose
The city limousine awaits on the coast road
slip out of the water like a ghost toad

Step into prestige off that path that followed from where the fish graze
The door swings open and the grey paint shines in the hustle of the tropical haze
On the whim of a jury, cases, clients and injustices will amaze

And if the world is one big food chain, that the law simply maintains
You´ll just be decorating those thousands of grievances and serious complaints

Like a ghost toad riding an overgrown sea horse almost invisible but valiant

With a purple appearance, I rise from the waves
I exit the reef and reach for my bravery
Each step onto the shore is a gobsmacking awakening
As gravity hits my joints and muscles shaking me

The tidal rock stained "Hello" with algae
and the curb of the road and it´s black hot tarr inviting me
To climb aboard justice´s fancy limousine
Dripping wet I enter, as I did the sea

God love the sea

Casting off and the shore is green to grey
Want to see the sea this way
The ship that comes and goes
dips and sways

It´s casting off from the docks
Going out with the tide
friendship with the water
barnacle handshake

Some want the sail rolled up
No flag no Wind catcher to greatness
Yet that cloth will be opened and just before the storm
before the next hurricane is born

God love humble
God love still
but complacency at sea
is the fastest way to kill

God love humour
and innocent tricks
though making unnecessary waves
could bring on sea sickness

So cast off with Faith from a firm dock
Ride the high seas
Let it rock your boat, your mind and your beliefs

The freshly forested face

Life´s picky
on the edge of the bush
stands a child
face obscured by the leaves

leaves that will one day fall to reveal

Life´s a little choosy
and the moist ferns
huddle in the middle of the bush
Mother canopy above
falling leaves loose like milk
kind dampness in the air soothing all animal senses

On the edge of the forest where light opens up
yeah right there stands a child
looking into the world impatiently
it is not the rustling of the leaves nor the falling of pods or seeds
that distracts this one

For he knows back out there he will count everything include the minutes till death

life´s a little choosy a little imposing but very stuck in you
curious in a way
around the freshly forested face of the bush child

Feeding the morning sky it´s dinner

Dawn comes earlier now
Light out
calling
present

Breakfast alittle brighter
another year getting ready to jump
days slipping into each other
No more interruptions

Dawn widens like a smile
we´ll know the grace of it
early risers such as we
calling
present

Night is being cut
knife the summer hours
Food the darkness
Light has an appetite
Saliva slipping from it´s mouth
Light
Poised

Rae didn't barter

Awfully polite
Reached for dynamic
fingers almost touched
gesture almost too much
Rae didn't barter

Hopelessly slap happy
barely balanced on the earth
wiggly wobbly pinch of charm
genuine eye to eye one hand on your arm
He didn't negotiate

Caught between heart's quest and chemical grace
funny expressions pressing their way out of his face
like he was selling something worth buying
Attempting to cook something good looking out of his crooked smile
Rae wasn't taking

Ah ambition is a well loved tree
as tree huggers who care little for nature must agree
for so many twigs and branches to follow
When the grin doesn't win inside those trunks that have become hollow
That fish got away Rae

One boy´s pain

What will we do when the pain of one boy stretches so down deep
He welcomes sadness yet it doesn´t do him any favours
And his ego and his attention seeking conspire to slay a saviour
He can´t beat back his tears and he fears it´ll stop him from growing.

when the pain of one boy makes it´s way into the world
so brittle and pseudo confident, he fell last time he tried bold
and his tears never disappeared but marked him like clown tatoos
Still pretending everything is fine when his heart is bruised

The pain of one boy overlaped the day as other children stopped playing
Oh the wonder that welled in their ears and eyes
for what sorrow could this be so harrowing and for them so unwise
The boy sneered and walked off as if it were all a joke
But the tears would reappear, the burn would provoke
yet another flame and sultry smoke

Are you yourself?

The mystery is yourself
over life you seem to shape
color and discolor
brighten and fade

The illusions own you well
obedient and good intentioned
Each part of you formed by each part of your life
where ever you go and do, you are that

Your shape changes over a lifetime
thoughts and feeling raining on you
Driving you to become more yourself
more of who you think you are

Beaten into shape by the city you live in
moulded by Family and friends
Inside the shell you could be mathmatically predicted
A formula concocted by it´s surroundings

Is your existance a beautiful random occurence
or simply a small block in the mousemaze
The world around you, shapes you
Elegantly predictable

The tubes in your heart

Across a lifetime of events emotions spew
all suburbs in a city of you
All trendy must have colorful clothes
adorned staircases, attempting high flight over low woes
promises of something better bigger brighter

And then there is me trying to heal your cut
catching a wave in the sea of your blood
it carries me into the tubes of your heart
passing through all of those suburbs alarmed
almost no room to grow the love farm

Then i´m suddenly pumped out into the pasture
of one of the dreams you fertilize with desire pure
Wants and needs beyond food and shelter and bills to pay
A supply of love to clean your heart´s narrow highways
And me in your suburb eating holes out sideways
The way a mouse in a cheese factory plays